The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1887-03-12
4 Newspaper Bohemian
RY FANNIE MAY TRoUSDALE.
CHAPTER VII.

CHAPTER VII.
S0HE following day Stephanie was
AtuI& too badly shaken up to think OF
.&& getting away from Ashville as
S&H she had intended. She found
in attempting to use her right arm,
that she could not control it properly I;
1t had peculiar inclination to hang
Imply at her side. In addition to this,
her nerves were considerably shattered,
and she felt altogether so lot down that
though Mr.. Graves called twice.
At length she went down in answer
to his last card. She was dressed all
in black, and her dark eyes shone like
stars in her delicate white face. Per-
haps she was not altogether unconscious
that she was very effective dressed
thus. She wore bunch Of late roses,
that he had secured the country to fnd
for her, at her throat.
In answer to his anxious query as TO
how she was, she called his attention,
with an aggrieved note to her some-
what inert right arm.
oI could not shake hands with you,
ii I would" she said. ssIt does not
hurt me, and know cannot be any,
thing much, but what does make it
feel 80 queer and inactive?"
She looked at him with such pathetic
dark eyes. that onscience.strfcken and
compassionate as he was, he felt a sud-
den and overpowering desire TO answer
her in a way hardly conformable with
the requirements of the case.
Stephanie must have divined this
desire, for with slight difficulty she
moved the injured hand out of harms
reach.
sit is all just my luck" he said de.
jectedly, aud with fine self contempt.
81. have always been unlucky. But
who could have foreseen such an ugly
turn as this ?''
"Do you really believe in luck,
though ?" Stephanie asked with a SUR
prised curiosity.
elf you will not think me very stu
pid, yes. OR rather may say, in an.
luck. Just let me ever get my heart
set on thing, and it is really quite
monotonous the way in which my bad
fairy interferes and turns il all to saw
dust"
"How is it, then, that you have had
80 much success with your speeches :
Evidently they have not all been saw
DUST" Stephanie could not forbear
inquiriDg.
81 have never once spoken to my
satisfaction" he answered with great
earnestness. 81 may get carried away
with my subject for awhile, but al
ways take my seat with a crushing
sense of not having done justice to my
self. will admit to you, Miss Byrne,
that 1 am very ambitious-too ambi-
tious, fear. I try to keep myself in
check by remembering the words OF
Synorix;
II heard saying in Egypt that ambition
Is like the sea-wave, which the more you
drink
The more you thirst. Yea drink too much
as msn
Have done on RATS of wreck, it drives you
mad!'
Stephauie caught the Infection of his
tone. She leaned a little forward in
her chair, and there was sudden~born
glory in her eyes.
eyes," she said breathlessly, 81
know"
He looked at her wonderinsly.
-"You know what it is then. thi:
ambition which consumes, yet neve,
satisfies!'
She sank back in her chair, with :
sigh, and the glow died out of he
eyes. The old pathos crept in and tool
its place.
"Oh, il is nothing. 1 feel that it
almost hopeless, but that does not max
it any easier, does it?" with fain
smile. "The field Of literature is entic
ing,y broad and beautiful, but it
filed already with able and practices
workers. know there is room at tn
top, always, but it is such hard figh
If Won would get therei Then mingle